The night air was heavy with secrets as Dhruv slipped through the shadows. His mission was clear: eliminate the rival kingdom's royal family. But fate had other plans.
That's when he saw her - Shivani, the warrior princess. Her sword gleamed in the...
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Love's fierce flame, fuels my quest Vengeance for the heart's unrest Protecting love, from harm's dark night Justice sought, with all my might (｡♡‿♡｡)
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Shivani entered their chamber, the door creaking open. Aryan stood before the mirror, his back to her, struggling to wear his kurta. The fabric stretched across his broad shoulders, revealing a crimson stain spreading across the white cloth.
Shivani's heart sank as she took in the sight of his injured back. The usually effortless task of dressing now seemed like an ordeal.
"Aryan, let me help," Shivani said, her voice laced with concern.
But he hesitated, his gaze flashing with resistance in the mirror. With a quiet determination, he continued dressing, wincing as the fabric brushed against his wound.
As he fastened the final buttons, Aryan's gaze lifted, meeting Shivani's in the mirror. His red-rimmed eyes blazed with fury and pain, tears welling up beneath.
Shivani's eyes locked onto his, her own tears falling as she took in the full extent of his injury. The kurta clung to his back, blood seeping through the fabric.
Her breath caught, Shivani's eyes snapped back to Aryan's, her heart drowning in the depths of his pain.
In these trying days, Aryan's usual elegance had given way to simplicity. The kurta, a humble garment, was his only choice now, as his injuries made the intricate sherwani an unfeasible option.
Aryan tries to go but she closes the door and grabs his hand.And starts applying the medicine.
Shivani delicately applied medicine to Aryan's wound, their eyes meeting in brief, charged glances through the mirror. His red-rimmed gaze pierced hers, still simmering with anger. As she finished, he asked curtly, "Done?" Without waiting for a response, he turned to leave, but Shivani grasped his hand, her voice trembling.
"Sorry, Aryan... Please forgive me."
Aryan's jaw clenched, he tried to pull away, but Shivani held tight. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a desperate hug. Her tears fell onto his bare chest, mingling with the faint scent of antiseptic and the warmth of his skin. He stood rigid, his eyes fixed on the floor, refusing to meet hers. But Shivani held on, her apologies echoing between them, her heart beating against his.
Aryan stands rigid, his eyes fixed on the floor. Shivani wraps her arms around him, tears streaming down her face.
Shivani: (sobbing) "Aryan, please forgive me... I was so wrong to keep Vansh a secret."
